Pretty Boy

We're Dancing Round The Kitchen In The Refrigerator Light

"What?" He asks smiling.

I just look at him, feeling warm-hearted and even happier as the song progresses.

Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. You used to be a little with glasses in a twin-sized bed.

We're now laughing unconsciously while taking in the manner in which we're dancing. Hogan starts making funny faces in front of me, and though it's supposed to be funny, the butterflies raging in my stomach are just too happy about spending all this time with him.

And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tea ball team. You told me about your past, thinking your future was me.

Hogan then loses his grip on one of my hands and pushes our bodies away from each other while still holding my other. He looks at me warmly as he spreads our bodies apart. His lips feels like its inviting me onto something more, yet his eyes tells me my crave would last a little more longer.

And I know it's long gone and there was nothing else I could do, and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to.

Without even knowing what he's doing, Hogan then changes our position, his chest lining with mine, and tries to take ahold of my vulnerability as he gently crashes my lips with his.

My mind couldn't even process the swiftness of his move, and I let my body melt as his lips met mine.

The beat of the song instantly fades from my hearing and the sight of the world blurs as I try to take in the softness of a lush kissing my own lips.

The suddenness of everything just messes my mind even more, yet I couldn't bring myself to care about anything when all I wanted was now right here pressed right against my condemn.

His kiss and gentleness give me more life than I thought it would give me and everything I see as I close my eyes is the feeling of him in me.

Hogan seems to be enjoying it as much as I do though, because he still hasn't let go and realized that he's actually kissing a dude. Maybe he just did it unconsciously and was actually trying to give me a taste of what I wanted, or maybe it was all just a misunderstanding and the tension from the song suddenly urged him to kiss me? That could happen, right?

"Shit." I whisper to myself as I break our kiss.

Hogan just looks at me, seemingly confused, and furrows his brows. "Why'd you stop?" He asks.

My heart instantly pounds from the thought that he would ever ask me that and I feel more speechless as I take in his state. His lips are swelling from how hard we kissed, and his hair is kind of messy. I should definitely ask him first if he intended for that to happen, yet my craving overpowers my insecurity and I lean forward, hoping to get a taste again.

Hogan didn't even budge from my approach and easily welcomed my lips into his. This time, I can't control myself anymore and I continue to devour his lips hungrily as before. My hand slipping through the strands of his hair, and my tongue going deeper into the depths of his mouth. He then tries to pull my shirt off over my head while I do the same with his, leaving both our bodies bare and clashing against each other's flesh. The moans he's making could easily push me over the edge, but I couldn't bring myself to take our kissing to the next level and be content with the way he's holding me as he slides his-

"Fuck." I loudly moan and bite his lip as his hands start trailing their way down to my pants, squeezing my bulge through the fabric. It made me feel more aroused as I could also feel his hard-on pressing against my thigh.

He just continues to drive me out of my sanity as he proceeds to press his hard body eagerly against my own heightened state and gasp as he starts unbuttoning my jeans and tries to trail his hand through my boxers, gently lining with my hard dick.